Zach is again in a bad mood.

He wasted his time again on a meaningless purpose, knowing something he didn't want to know.

Isn't it, his commission seems to be going well, but the essence doesn't seem to be breaking through. Instead, Jackson told him something very disturbing.

Speaking of which, what the hell is Mayor Anthony here for? Judging from the results, it seems that it is Blake's necromantic companion, and Jackson goes to Zack's side and says something uncomfortable before leaving. Oh, and of course, he left some clips for media workers to use.

But seriously, which is more concerned, the smart, even hypocritical Mayor Anthony, or Jackson about Ms. Scheer?

This mood lasted until the end of the event, when Zach had no intention of coping with the West End people's entertainment, and took Alice and Louise to say goodbye to Lola, and after agreeing to continue to help in the future, he returned to Grande.

Zach really couldn't continue to suppress his entanglement, and sat down directly at the woodworking table of old Hank in the sunset, "Hank, can I ask you a question?"

"No!" said Old Hank.

Zach tugged at the corners of his mouth, but still asked, "Tell me what the hell the 'cleanup' does." ”

"Are you deaf?!, I said no!" said old Hank, snarling as he shook off the carpenter's planer.

If Jackson's existence tells Zack something, it is whether the other party is willing to listen to it when he wants to express something, there is no fart effect, just say it directly, and the other party will listen.

"I mean, literally, 'clean up'. I can imagine......" Zach didn't even look at Old Hank, and continued with his hands outstretched, "like corpses, ruined things, contaminated things, anything that you don't want anyone else to find, it needs to be cleaned up." Am I right? ”

Seeing that it seemed impossible to stop Zach from speaking, Old Hank shut up. Sharpened the wooden plank in front of him, tearing, tearing, tearing......

"My question is. Zach raised an eyebrow, "It seems more like something like Scoop does." "Black profession, this is not aimei gray that wanders between black and white, it is black," why did you and old Grande become seniors in their circle?"

The action of cutting the plank stopped, and old Hank glared at Zach, "Who said we were!"

Zach raised an eyebrow as he looked at Old Hank. The older generation of Grande is not from the gray professional circle?

"Did you hear from those people that I went to their party?!" Old Hank seemed enraged, yelling at Zach, who was comforted to know that Austin's renovation team had gone home from work and didn't have to worry about being heard.

Zach shook his head, but Zach had always thought it was Old Hank's 'way' of life, you know, that made them not interested in the kind of place like [Bobo Bar]. But isn't that the case?

"I'm their senior!" Old Hank snorted heavily, and began to sharpen the planks again. "But I've never put myself in any professional circle! Gray professional circles, black professional circles, whatever you want to call them! I'm not in it! I'm just doing my own thing! Those cowardly guys form a circle whatever they want, whatever they call it, it doesn't matter to me! That's all!"

'Coward'?

Zach frowned. After thinking for a moment, "Hank, I need to explain. ”

"Explain, explain!" Old Hank, who didn't want to speak just now, seemed to take the initiative.

"I always thought that you and old Grande were once in the gray professional circle I am in now. Zach organized the wording, "I've heard it from all sorts of people. I don't want to boast, but our grey professional circles have a significant influence at Barton. ”

It's not a boast, Mrs. Quinn said this, Smith said this, the chief of the Barton police department said so, who else is needed?

"But now you're telling me that you're not in this circle of significant influence at all. Zach shook his head, "I'm starting to wonder what it meant to be introduced to this profession in the first place. Zach always thought that it was because of the influence of the elder Hank that he was able to be introduced by Nuo after he was lucky enough to deal with two commissions.

"Are you stupid?!" Old Hank stopped his movements again, flicking his planer and glaring at Zack, "Are you trying to say that I am not qualified to enter that circle?!" Old Hank waved his planer and suddenly paused, "Hmph!

'Cowardly fellows' reappeared, and Zach frowned, "Why do you describe those people like that? I don't see them being cowardly. ”

Old Hank glared at Zack with an incredulous look, looked at it for a while, his face twitched, he continued to cut wood, and snorted mockingly, "Hmph." Do you think you're a character now, and you feel good about yourself?"

Zach looked at Old Hank, but shook his head, "No, it's not good at all, I just found out that I don't know anything about Barton's 'white' opposite, gray and black professional ecology, so I came to ask you." "Come to think of it, what else does Zach know besides the people at the [Bobo Bar] party, plus Squire?

Zach paused, "Aren't you supposed to be an expert when it comes to cleaning, especially when it comes to cleaning?" ”

Old Hank glanced at Zack, he obviously didn't know what Zach was talking about, it didn't matter, we just knew.

Old Hank snorted and shook his head, "Whatever you want, but you'd better be clear! Whatever you call yourself your circle, you're all a bunch of bastards who have been squeezed into the corner!

Zach suddenly raised an eyebrow, he thought about it, the answer was actually in front of him all along.

The gang in the Southeast, which has not developed and should be called the real black, the sad No, who offended Smith, and the Falken, who has the 'old connections' in the Southeast, can say that Patton is us, and we are Patton's Mrs. Patton......

Haven't you ever been curious? The peculiar atmosphere of getting along in the Bobo Bar party, sticking to the bottom line of professional ethics with each other, but sharing resources harmoniously. As old Hank said, they are squeezed into a corner and have to be close together.

Summing up what Zach had in mind, a lot has been said about the city of Barton, excluding aliens, the weirdness of the city. How ridiculous is Zach's division between gray and black, isn't the real black of the city the white of Barton - West End people like Smith who own underground estates!

What is left? It's Zack's gray professional circle, those who are sandwiched between the two sides of Barton's true masters, must huddle, and must fade a layer of color that can never be black in the face of true black, and carefully survive Aimei professionals!

Remember, what Falken said about Sgaull, who was not in the grey profession, was 'funny', and I am afraid that what he was trying to say had nothing to do with being funny. (To be continued......)